Like the air I breath;
I cannot live without Him.
The moment I no longer believe,
or start to doubt Him;
that is when,
I begin to grow weak.
My eyes are no longer open,
and the world,
starts to look bleak.
The Lord is my shepherd,
my rock, and my air.
I need Him always,
and everywhere.
I need Him always,
to survive.
He is what,
keeps me alive.